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Apologies if this one seems a bit...off pace. I'm not going to lie, I wrote this in three separate locations/environments with one being out of state. I was fairly sleep deprived at a few points which made it sort of hard to finish. I hope it can still be enjoyable though.
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It was the beginning of spring and the air was finally out of the freezing range. The nights were still cold and the days were still fairly chilly, but the mounds of snow that had been hanging around forever were finally mostly gone. The Watson children were finally able to play in their normal sweaters, jackets and woolly pants instead of full snow gear. Wilbur was thankful for that over all else. His own snowsuit was getting to be too small for him and made it hard to move and play around in more than normal.
Speaking of play, Wil was currently trying to zip up Tommy's brown teddy-bear coat while Techno tried to get one of the many knitted hats onto the small blonds head. The two were eager to get out into the yard before either parent could call them in for chores. It was Saturday and even though the yard wasn't fully free from the melting remnants of winter there were games and fun to be had. Fun which would be lost if they were roped into the spring cleaning their parents seemed to be setting up for.
Each year around this time their parents would attempt to do a full house cleaning, including having the boys go through their toys and clothing for things they no longer wanted or needed. It was right tedious work in Wilbur's opinion and so he'd come up with an idea. If they all managed to get outside before being put on a task then their parents would most likely leave them too it. After all, it would only cause more mess to clean if they made freshly muddied boots and hands come inside to help. Wilbur himself didn't even need to get particularly dirty either, since he was technically 'watching over' his younger siblings at play.
If only Tommy would stop fussing and fighting their efforts.
"Come on, Tommy. Just, just sit still a moment." Wilbur hissed under his breath at his brother.
"Hot" Tommy protested with a whine as he once more tried to wiggle out of Wilbur's weak hold.
It would have worked if Techno hadn't been behind him, still trying to get the hat on the younger. It was a green one with little turtle shell patterns on the top. It had been the present Techno had picked out for Tommy on his last birthday. Whenever it was cold enough to warrant hats he insisted on getting Tommy to wear it. The blond normally didn't argue against it…until the complaints of being 'hot' came up. In those instances Tommy would immediately start to strip off all clothing bit by bit, usually until he was naked. Their parents had said it was a phase that would pass, but so far it had yet to.
"Its only hot because you keep struggling. Once we get outside it wont be hot anymore." Wilbur tried to explain, pulling his baby brother back into a full standing position.
"Noooo, too hot, Wi'by." Tommy whined again, a note in his voice that warned of a proper meltdown at his discomfort.
"Only for right now, but-" Wilbur paused as he tried to think of what to say.
"Its colder outside. So the sooner Wil can get your coat the on the sooner we can go out." Techno offered as he gave the hat a final tug down.
Tommy dropped his head backwards so that he was staring up at Techno, a large pout on his face as his lower lip quivered.
"Don't wanna." He continued to protest as he leaned back into Techno more and away from Wilbur.
Wil wasn't bothered so much by this as he could easily follow Tommy forwards, trapping the small boy between the two all the tighter.
"But, once we go outside we can play games. All the games you want. There's even some snow left that might be good to eat." Wilbur said as he swiftly pulled the little zipper up quickly to his youngest brother's chin.
Tommy made a huffing noise as his hands were just as quick to rise to his neck, tugging that the coat's collar. Before he could let out another distressed noise Wilbur took the zipper back between his fingers and slid it down an inch extra from where he'd first got it to. He waited for Tommy to take a deep and rather annoyed breath, gauging if he'd need to adjust it further. When Tommy only threw him a slightly agitated pout Wil let out a breath and took a step back.
"Eat snow?" Tommy asked with more than a bit of interest in his voice.
Wilbur grinned at that. He knew that would get a response. Tommy hadn't been a fan of the cold from most of the winter. That is, until he found that he could eat the snow and no one stopped him. At least, so long as it was clean snow. He certainly had a blast trying to catch the flakes on his tongue like Wil and Techno had been doing. Though Tommy had fallen over repeatedly in his attempts it hadn't stopped him from getting up and trying again.
'Determined to put anything in his mouth' their father had said as he had brushed Tommy off for the dozenth time.
"Yea, we can eat snow. If we can find clean stuff. It can be like a treasure hunt." Wilbur answered as he started to pull both his siblings towards the sliding door, "We can eat snow, have a slush fight, or we can teach you to play leapfrog now since we can reach the yard now."
Tommy's face lit up at that. He didn't fully understand the game, but he'd seen Wil and Techno play it once and ever since had been trying to get them to play it with him. Usually by just running up to them and tossing himself on top of them. It was close enough.
"Ribbit, ribbit!" Tommy chirped out as he gave a small awkward hop.
Tommy's little jump hadn't been big, but still he managed to come down wrong on his foot. If it hadn't been for Wilbur holding his hand he most definitely would have fallen to the ground. Wil managed to hold them both up with only a small lurch forwards as he hadn't been expecting to need to brace.
Techno took this moment to rush ahead of both his brothers and slide the glass doors open for them. As expected the air from outside was chilly and crisp but refreshing. The smell of mud and damp air filled their noses, right along side the familiar scents of wet stone, smoke and mild car exhaust from the nearby road. It wasn't strong enough to be unpleasant and they were used to it enough to just barely notice it. Tommy still wrinkled his nose at it though and Techno fought against an instinctive sneeze.
The yard, as predicted, was still partially covered in slushing mounds of snow that were more sludgy than anything. Chances were there would, in fact, be no snow eating today. What was left of the former frozen wonderland was tinted various shades of brown and gray denoting the dirt and grime held within it. Not that Tommy would know that. The younger was already looking around at the nearest piles with bright and hungry eyes.
Wilbur perhaps regretted making that particular promise to his brother. He and Techno would have to come up with a good distraction or reason for him not to eat it. After all, he didn't want Tommy to get sick. Their father had made it very clear to them before about how bad it was to eat snow that wasn't pure white. Tommy was too small for the lecture just yet aside from basic warnings, but that was okay. Wilbur would make sure his baby brother was safe. Just like always.
"Come on. Lets go see if the snow angels are still there." Wil suggested first, giving Tommy's hand a tug to follow along with him.
The snow angels had been their mother's idea during their last proper snowfall. To dig the angels down as deep as they could and then see how long they lasted into the spring. To help them with that their father had thrown Techno and Wilbur each into the snow with a full on toss, using gravity to do half the work. Wilbur had tried to get Tommy tossed as well knowing how much his baby brother liked to be bounced around and all. However, much to Tommy's frustration he'd been the only sibling to not thrown into a snowy crater. Apparently that wasn't good for babies.
As much as Wilbur could understand the logic and reason for it he couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. Not entirely for Tommy missing out, but because he sort wanted to see his baby brother's face of shock when he would plop into the snow. Tommy's shocked or startled looks were always so funny.
Wil was pulled from his thoughts as Tommy's hand pulled out from his own. Looking at his brother he watched as the toddler waddled his way through the slush and towards the deformed divots that used to be the snow angels.
"H-hey! Tommy stop! That ones mine!" Wil called out as he darted forwards, grabbing the blond by the back of his coat and tugging sharply.
Tommy stumbled a step or two before dropping down onto his butt into the cold slurry of mud and water. Before him was the barely recognizable hole that had once been Wilbur's snow angel, now with one of the few remaining walls destroyed by Tommy's feet trenching right through it. Wilbur grimaced as he let out a disappointed and annoyed whine. He gave a flat look to his littlest brother, his frown curved notable into a look of displeasure.
Tommy, however, was far more interested in the substance in which he was now sat. He didn't react to the cold much, instead dipping his hand into it and making a fist. A grin spread over his face as the fresh mud squished between his fingers and ran down his tiny little fist. He held up his filth covered hand to show off his work to Wil, who only stared at him with a furrowed brow. It had taken less than a minute and less than five steps for Tommy to discover and coat half of his self with dirt.
"Ucky!" Tommy proclaimed proudly, a word their father used in description of mud.
Wilbur couldn't hold onto his full annoyance at the ruined angel experiment. With a short huffed sigh he rolled his eyes and smirked.
"Yea. 'Ucky', Tommy. So no putting it in your mouth, okay?"
Despite the warning Wil knew he'd most likely be digging some measure of muck from his siblings mouth if he didn't watch close enough. The idea made him shudder. He didn't know how his parents managed to just do that when Tommy managed to eat something he shouldn't. Wilbur wasn't looking forward to learning how, so instead he'd just…pay more attention. Speaking of-
"Tommy, no." Wil warned as he saw the dirty little hand raise up towards the toddlers face, "Put down. No eating mud."
Tommy paused as he looked up at his brother and the authoritative tone he spoke with. Their eyes locked before slowly the tiny hand was moving upwards once more. Before it could reach Tommy's mouth Wilbur had leaned over and gripped the other by the wrist. Carefully, and ignoring the agitated protests of his brother, Wil forced the hand open. The substance was thick and clung on regardless, but that was no real issue. Using his jacket Wil wiped the majority of the mud away.
When he stood back from his brother Wil watched as Tommy inspected his now mostly wiped down hand with a frown.
"If you eat mud I'm bringing you back inside and you can play in your playpen without us." Wilbur warned as he crossed his arms.
"Baby Jail." Techno chuckled from nearby.
Wil glanced over at his other sibling. Techno had managed to find his remaining snow angel and was sitting in the hollow were it was mostly melted down to murky grass. By the look of it he'd laid down once already to check its 'melting progress'. Now, however, he was up and watching Wil and Tommy with mild amusement.
"You could help me with him you know." Wilbur huffed out with a deepening frown.
"Nuh uh. You're the one that wanted to bring him out without mom and dad." Techno replied with a widening smile, "That means you're on mud duty."
"If he eats it then we'll get in trouble." Wil tried to persuade.
"You'll get in trouble. I'm just here for the snow angels." Techno replied with even more amusement.
"Stink-face." Wilbur said as he was at a loss for further argument.
Techno wasn't wrong.
"Butt-sniffer." Techno returned in kind.
"Fart-master." Wil countered as a crooked grin grew on his face.
"Foot-licker."
"Toe-sucker."
"Mud-mouth."
At this one Wilbur's brow knit in confusion, staring at his brother who only nodded towards him in return. Or, not towards him but-
Wilbur's eyes went wide as he turned sharply back to facing Tommy.
During the small insult battle Tommy had entertained himself by slapping his hands full of mud. One full fist was buried half into his mouth, the dark ooze running down his face freely as he snacked away.
"Noooo! Tommy, why?!" Wilbur cried out as he once more got to tugging the small dirty hands from his brother's face.
Tommy fought only a little, apparently having enough in his mouth already to not mind the rest of his fist being removed. Wil held a hand to Tommy's cheek, holding the blonds head still as he debated trying to dig out the muck already within with naught but his fingers. A disgusted shiver traveled up Wilbur's spine at the thought of having to do so just knowing how drooly everything would be.
A little mud wouldn't hurt him…right?
It was just a little bit.
"Tommy, spit it out now." Wilbur demanded, squishing his brother's cheeks to force them open.
Already a mix of spittle and dirt ran out and down the toddlers chin once more adding to the mess he already was. Tommy let out a displeased whine as he tried to free his face, hands up and trying to fight Wil's grip.
"Spit it out or you go back inside." Wilbur demanded a bit louder now, starting to shake Tommy's head a bit as if that would cause the rest of the muck to leave his brother's mouth regardless of the toddlers wishes.
Tommy tried to protest, but could get no words out as his mouth was squished up with Wilbur's efforts.
"He's going to bite you." Techno warned, though he was closer now and seemed a bit nervous at the fight taking place.
"He wont bite me, and he needs to spit it out." Wilbur repeated, anger and fear growing in equal measure, "Come on, Toms. Just do it. I'll bring you back inside if you don't, and I wont play with you for the rest of the day."
Tommy's eyes met Wilbur's again, his anger melting into upset tears threatening to fall. Wil wasn't letting up nor was he taking back what he said. This was supposed to be a way to get out of doing cleaning, but it Tommy was just going to make himself sick with dirt then it was hardly worth it. Wil was not going to stick his fingers into the child's mouth just because he refused to not eat the soil.
"Spit" Wilbur demanded, his temper peaking for a moment as he wiggled Tommy's cheeks harshly once more.
Tommy, with his eyes still moist with unshed tears, pushed out what he could of the mud he'd eaten with his tongue. A thick roll of drool globed out and down his front as he tried to look into Wilbur's face again.
Wil grimaced at the sight of the spit, but at the same time was relieved. If most of it was out then Tommy probably wouldn't get sick now. He wasn't' unaware of the look Tommy was giving him, like a kicked puppy with his large baby blue eyes. Techno moved in to place a hand on Tommy's head, giving him an awkward but attemptedly soothing pat.
"W-wilby, play with me?" Tommy asked, his voice shaky with fresh uncertainty.
After taking a moment to take a deep breath Wilbur leaned down to give Tommy a hug, pulling him onto his feet with the same embrace.
"Yea, Toms. We can play." Wilbur nodded before taking on a firm look and holding up a finger like their mother would to make sure she had their attention, "But no more mud eating. Got it?"
Tommy's lip quivered but he nodded, bringing up a dirty hand to wipe at his face. Wilbur was half tempted to stop him, but really? Looking Tommy up and down, it was sort of too late to worry about keeping him any sort of clean.
"If we roll him around in it they won't be able to tell he was eating it." Techno suggested even as Will attempted weakly to use the corner of his coat to smear off what he could.
"We are not rolling him in the mud, Tech….Not unless we can make it look like an accident." Wilbur replied as he looked around them briefly.
The chances were good that Tommy would be falling and sliding around a bit, they would hardly even need to bump him.
"Want to play tag?" Wilbur asked Tommy, his tone far lighter than it had been just minutes ago.
Tommy stared up at him with wide eyes, his worried expression dissolving into a fresh smile as he nodded his head vigorously.
"Tag! Tag! You it!" Tommy called out as he pushed hard at Wilbur's stomach before turning to rush off in whatever direction was away.
Wilbur didn't stop him and a far more genuine smile took over his face. He looked to his side for Techno, but his other brother had likewise taken off when Wil had been 'tagged'. Neither of his brothers were particularly fast, which Wilbur was fully aware of. He didn't mind being 'it'. It just meant he could spook his brothers repeatedly before handing off the title once he wanted a rest from running.
Without another word Wilbur took off after them.
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Wilbur's heart was pounding in his chest, fear and a guilt swelling painfully and almost taking his already shallow breath away.
It had all happened so fast.
Even now he wasn't entirely sure what had happened. One second they were all playing a game of tag, laughing and screaming in good humor, until they weren't. In the middle of a full sprint Wilbur had skidded to a sharp halt at the sound of a pain filled wailing. Tommy had been on the ground, head raised as fat tears already fell freely and streaked through the caked mud that coated his cheeks.
He was at Tommy's side almost instantly and trying to pull him up to see if hew as actually hurt or perhaps just startled by the fall. It was a pointless endeavor though as the muck was layered so thick that no amount of wiping of brushing off with Wil's coat was going to remove it. If anything it just smeared and made it worse. Tommy also didn't seem to be a fan of Wil's attempted at cleaning, his cries growing louder as he tried to push his elder brother away.
The fact that Tommy was refusing to calm down only made Wilbur more worried and fearing the worst. He wouldn't be able to spot anything wrong without cleaning his brother off, and for that he'd need to trudge the pair of them, trio if Techno insisted in following them, through the house and to the nearest reachable sink.
Wilbur barely spared a thought to the state of the house, current or imminent, before he was picking Tommy up as best he could. He tried to rest Tommy on his side like he saw his parents do all the time, but it didn't come out quite 's arm was wrapped around Tommy's back like a tight hug, while his other fussed about trying to figure out where to hold onto to keep the blond from sliding down. It was awkward but it was enough to start walking with. It honestly helped a lot at Tommy was gripping tightly onto Wilbur's shirt with both tiny fists.
Wilbur's chest grew tight at the shuddering breath Tommy gave, rubbing his face into Wil to wipe the tears from his face.
"Shhhh, its okay, Tommy. You're not hurt." Wilbur stated, wishing more than anything that he wasn't lying.
If he said it enough maybe it wouldn't be true.
Techno ran ahead of Wilbur and Tommy, having been awkwardly standing to the side not knowing what to do since Tommy had fallen. He reached the door first and waited for his brother's to get closer before sliding it open for them.
"Thanks, Tech. Go get a washcloth for me so I can clean Tommy up." Wilbur directed as he reached said doorway.
Techno nodded without a word and quickly shuffled into the house. He messily kicked his shoes off but it meant little as he still tracked mud from his pant-legs.
Wilbur set Tommy down on the floor just inside the living room, shutting the door once his hands were free. While he waited for Techno to return Wil got started removing Tommy's soiled coat and shoes. It would be easier moving about the house without them.
By now Tommy's crying had slowed into choked hiccups at least.
"I got it!" Techno called out as he rushed back into the room from the hallway, their yellow ducky face cloth waving in his hand.
As he handed the cloth over to Wilbur the elder boy frowned mid thank as he looked at the item.
"Did you not get it wet first?" Wilbur asked as he furrowed his brow at the other.
"...you said to get a washcloth, so I got one." Techno stated, his voice quieter than a moment ago.
Wil let out a short huff before moving away from Tommy and kicking off his own shoes. He wasn't 'angry' really, but he was a bit annoyed.
"Help get his shoes off. I'll be right back." Wil once more directed as he now turn his back to quick shuffle through the house himself.
He didn't want to full sprint as he didn't want to get in trouble for running in the house. There was no rule against rapid shuffling and floor sliding though.
Techno looked over to Tommy as Wil left them alone. Tommy was rubbing uselessly at his face and making the mess all the bigger much to his frustration. His tears were still falling down his face, but much quieter than they had been outside. The toddler was stood before the door leading out, his coat removed and discarded on the floor and one shoe half un-velcroed.
"Ok, no more shoes." Techno stated, though his voice was deeply uncertain as he moved towards his brother, "If you sit down I can pull them off."
Tommy didn't move to sit down in the slightest as he swiped his hands over his snotty face with a wet stuffy sniffle. Techno waited a moment more before drawing closer. He needed to get his brother's shoes off but he didn't want to try to force them off least Tommy begin wailing again. Honestly, Techno was surprised that neither parent had rushed out to them the first time. Though, that might just be due to the fact that the door had been closed to keep the cold air out of the house.
"Sit Tommy. Shoes off now." Techno ordered, using smaller words hoping that Tommy would understand better and actually listen.
It did seem to do some kind of trick for it because with barely any pushing or pulling Tommy allowed himself to flop onto his butt on the floor. There was no care at all for the mucky puddle forming under them, pooling on the wooden part and seeping into the small foot carpet they were half off of.
A problem for later.
Despite his best effort Techno struggled to get even one strip of velcro undone before Wilbur's footfalls reentered the room. Tommy, sniffely and upset as he was, was wiggling his feet in discomfort of the well damp shoes he wore.
At least the blond seemed to be further calming from his tears, giving Wil more hope that it was, in fact, just a fear response. He didn't want to jinx it though so he kept it to himself for now.
"Okay. Now Tommy, I'm going to need you to stay still." Wilbur started to say, mimicking their father's words as he raised the cloth up once he was back in arms reach of the smaller.
Tommy's gaze lifted from Techno and up to Wilbur, meeting his eye with a shaky look. When the watery baby blue met with the vivid yellow of a duck patterned washcloth held in his oldest brother's hands that vulnerable expression shifted into one of immediate determination.
"No." Tommy said firmly with a shake of his head.
The smaller seemed to wince a little but Wil assumed it was just from having whipped himself with his mud dampened hair.
"Yes, Tommy." Wilbur countered with an already tired sigh.
Tommy was going to have his face washed whether he liked it or not.
"No" Tommy insisted, this time kicking himself back away towards the door behind him, catching Techno's hands in the action and causing the other to cry out from surprise and pain both.
Wilbur wasn't having it though. Ignoring his brothers protests he leaned closer and used one hand to hold Tommy's head still while his other, with the cloth, moved towards the muddied face. Tommy let out a indignant whine as he continued to fight.
The two continued on like this, Wilbur snapping at Tommy repeatedly to calm down and stop wiggling, for almost three solid minutes before Wil managed to bring the washcloth into actual contact with Tommy's face. Not looking to waste the small victory Wilbur began to quickly wipe what he could off.
It didn't last long.
The moment Wil actually began to scrub at all the shouts from Tommy grew much louder. Instead of being the angry or displeased shouts Wil assumed he'd hear, they were instead right back to the pained ones from before. It was enough to make Wil pause and jerk his hand back.
"Tommy?" He asked, but at this point Tommy was open mouth sobbing once more and pushing him away.
On instinct Wilbur tried to shush Tommy, patting his head to calm him before their parents were alerted. Though, judging by the footsteps in the hall behind them it was a bit late for that.
"Wil? What-" Their mother's voice cut off as she caught actual sight of her messy trio of boys, "What the heck happened here?"
Kristin's voice was pitched up in surprise but her eyes were soft as they zeroed in on Tommy himself. The toddler had large tears clearing paths down his face as he absently seemed to be reaching for her voice in his distress.
"Tommy fell over." Techno offered as he remained on the floor where he'd been helping with the smaller boys shoes, now rubbing his stinging hand where he'd gotten kicked.
Their mother nodded as she side stepped Wilbur and Techno both, reaching down without hesitation to lift Tommy into the air and resting him against her hip. Her formerly clean and warm looking sweater was quickly soiled but she didn't even blink to it. Instead she turned and brought Tommy with her towards the kitchen where the larger sink was.
"He- he didn't look hurt." Wilbur tried to explain as he followed behind her.
"Hard to tell with all the mud though." She stated back, her tone carrying no anger, annoyance or even bother.
All she had was mild concern that kept her movements smooth and steady. She placed Tommy down on the counter beside the sink and tried to look over his face quickly. True to her recent words though, it was hard to see any of his face under all the dirt. As Kristin reached out towards the drawer that held the extra cleaning cloths she was halted as the yellow ducky wash cloth met her fingers. Wilbur was hovering a bit and had shoved it towards her hand in an instant.
"Thank you, Wilbur." She said with a soft nod and smile at him which seemed to ease just a sliver of tension in him.
"Tommy. Tommy, baby, look at me." Their mother coaxed as she put on a brighter smile than before.
Tommy did, in fact, look up at her. His eyes were still a teary mess and his runny nose was leaking down his face just as much as his tears were. She only beamed at him as she reached to her chest and lifted up a sizable half heart shiny pendant. An anniversary present from her husband who wore the other half. Tommy loved to play with it while being held so it was easy enough to catch his eye even now.
It took only a few beats of breath and a hiccup or two before Tommy was reaching for the offered jewelry, gripping it in his slippery fingers. He tried to give it a short tug but their mother paid it no mind. Instead, while his attention was grabbed she quickly raised her other hand with the ducky cloth and swiftly began wiping Tommy's face. Tommy only let out an annoyed whine at first as he aimed to focus on the necklace in his hands. He only really let out a pained noise when she reached the blonds left cheek. With a bit more care she still managed to mostly clean him off while he was distracted.
Wilbur pouted seeing how quickly she'd managed to get it done when it had taken him so much longer to do so much less. It had almost been in a singular motion as well.
"Looks like just a small scrape on his cheek. Can one of you go grab the med-kit from the bathroom for me?" Their mother asked back at the older two boys.
"I got it!" Techno called out before Wilbur even made to react.
He had been sulking really, though now he was moving to his mother's other side in order to look at the scrape she'd pointed out. Knowing what he was up to Kristin move enough so he could see, but not so much that Tommy would be bothered or feel crowded.
"He, he barely fell though!" Wilbur protested as guilt and annoyance both swelled in his chest.
"It doesn't always take much, Wil. But he's fine. Just needs a band-aid and a bath." She smirked at this point down at him, "In fact, you could all use one."
Wil tensed a moment as he stared at her. He almost debated making a battle plan out of it, but…honestly the cold and slimy feeling of the lingering mud was already enough for him to agree it was a good idea. He let out a sigh as he nodded.
"I'll wash Toms and Techno up first. You're going to be putting all the muddied clothing into a basket for your father to take care of." She informed him, not needing to bring up the 'why' of it.
Wilbur had technically snuck out with his siblings in the first place after all.
"Where is dad anyway?" Wil asked as Techno's pattering feet came back down the hall towards them.
"Moving a few boxes to the basement so we can bring the summer clothes back up." She answered him easily as she turned to her returning child.
"Got it!" Techno announced as he shuffled across the floor to them.
"Good work! I really appreciate it. Thank you." She beamed at him, leaning down carefully to give his head a kiss while not losing hold on Tommy.
Techno smiled just as wide in return as he lifted up the med-kit into her hand.
"He's not going to want a plaster on. He never lets dad do it." Wilbur informed his mother as if this would be news to her.
"Well, he might have trouble, but I wont." She stated with confidence that left Wilbur tilting his head at her.
Techno didn't seem confused at all and instead he just watched as his mother singlehandedly opened the kit and plucked out one of the many super hero stickers inside. She pulled out something else but Techno didn't understand what it was, only that she used it to once more wipe over where the scrape on his brothers face was.
Tommy started to whine at the second whip over, but it was over quickly and his mother was swift in leaning down to plant not one, not two, but three kisses over the area. At the third one Tommy had began to giggle at the gentle yet firm presses to his cheek. He didn't even seem to notice the small plaster being smoothed into place.
This had Wilbur watching with a slightly opened jaw. He had literally watched their father struggle and bribe Tommy before into letting him put one one any sort of injury. Kristin only lifted Tommy off the counter with a swing before replacing him on her hip.
"Bathtiiiime~" She half sang as she started for the door.
She'd have to replace the plaster after most likely, but it wouldn't be a problem, not for her.
Techno was grinning at Wilbur's expression before he gave an amused giggle.
"That's moms super power." He stated matter-of-factly.
Wil could only shift his gaze between each family member for a moment before nodding. How could he even begin to deny such a claim after that?
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Hey, so I've been debating turning this into like, an actual series instead of just the one shots.
I'd probably keep writing in a similar way until they were older for obvious time reasons, but I might put up a poll or vote to see if anyone would be interested in that sort of change over.
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